Chapter 10- Quarrel

It’s a fashion event week in Paris, France and besides being the most known President’s daughter, I am also an iconic model plus I wanted to attend the event to be inspired more by the other models. Modeling is something that I am passionate about, at first it was just a game but in the process of doing it, I became in love and motivated to be on top. It gives me the feeling of freedom and privilege, something that I didn’t have and something that in my own perspective, everyone deserves.

People deserve freedom, animals, and plants deserve freedom and privilege. No one should be controlled on how they should live their life, no matter what or who they are.

“What are you thinking madam?” Major Sullivan whispers beneath my ears causing me to step away from him. His fashion didn’t change even though we are in the airport. Flashes of cameras are being sore in my eyes but I didn’t mind because after all, I was accustomed to it. I needed to be accustomed to it.

“How lousy and old your fashion is,” I gritted my teeth and pull my luggage to enter my flight for today. I am beyond mad at him. After he drains my energy, he leaves me hanging that night. I at least wanted to touch him and return the pleasure or just do something for him, but the brute just shoo me away and pretended that he’s cool even though I can see that night how he controls himself! Fuck…I wanted to have him so bad that I think desperation wasn’t enough to describe what I am feeling right now.

“ Tss, change your seat.”

His brows flicker because of what I said when I saw him sitting beside me. It’s a VIP seat but I didn’t know that my father really let this man to seat with me.

“ What’s your problem?” he questioned, facing me and making me look at him but I didn’t. My eyes are still fixed in the airplane windows and I pretended to not hear him.

He scoffs before he grabs the curtain and closes it in an aggressive way. He got my attention and before I can know it, his lips touch mine, provoking me to open it enough for him to enter his tongue. His rough hands stopped my struggling small hands.

With heavy breathing, I gave him a slap after the kiss. “What do you think you're doing?!” I asked. He looks shocked for a second until he composed himself and fix his position. He licks his lips and undone the button of his pants.

“ What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I asked but my eyes lingers on his hand. He looks confused for a moment then he smirks.

“ I needed to fix my boxers, madam.”

The burning in my cheeks because of the embarrassment occurred to me. Without a second thought, I look away and pretended that I wasn’t thinking what I was thinking.

He continues to laugh at my embarrassing moment. “ Ohh madam, you have a very lustful mind,” he taunted before leaning forward and touching my arms. His touch causes a spark against my skin and all I can do is to push him instantly. He laughs more at my predicament.

“ Shut the fuck up!” I glare at him but he clearly enjoys the moment. For the whole flight, I can see his hidden smile for what happened. There are times where I will catch him staring and laughing at my embarrassed face so I did what everyone will do at this kind of moment. I fake my sleep for the whole flight only for it to be real. I don’t know how long I am just slouching to the seat. We did a layover to one of the neighboring countries because there are still no direct flights and all my bodyguard can do is to tease the hell out of me.

For another flight, I smirked when I saw hovering in my direction. I am at the side of the airport, sitting in my luggage and eyeing how his face contorts out of anger.

“ Why did you fucking book another flight?!” he shouted as soon as he’s in front of me. I bite my lips because of the intensity of anger that he’s showing. People are looking in our direction but he didn’t mind it all.

“ You pissed me off,” I said before holding the luggage because my flight had just been called by the airline. His hand stopped me from moving and before I knew it, he tightly grips me making me immovable.

“ Stay the fuck here, madam. I am pissed also.”

My mouth opens for a protest but I close it again because of how he sends his deadly stares at me. I can hear him calling someone from his phone before he looks at his silver watch, still sending me deathly glares.

“ I re-booked our flight, an hour later. Let me just get my luggage to the hotel room.”

He didn’t wait for any of my opinions and as soon as he dump me at the back of the car that he rented, I protested.

“ I don’t want to see you, you hear that?! I am going to take this flight.”

My voice fills the car. The driver is looking at us, curious but he clearly cannot understand. He signals the driver to stop the car, and I thought I finally won until I heard him slamming the door and sitting beside me. The car moves again but his dark eyes remain in my slightly teary face. I don’t know if why I am really angry with him, there is something that he did that pisses me off or something that he didn’t do.

At the night where he kneels in front of me, I beg to be taken. I beg for him to touch me but he didn’t. I was frustrated, yes, but more importantly, I am hurt and disappointed. Why does it feel like he didn’t want me?

I was there, displaying myself and weak but he didn’t take advantage. He didn’t look at me as a woman but he look at me as someone that he needs to do as his job.

“ Do you remember my last words that night where I ravished you, madam?” he slowly asked. His thumb caressing my soft cheeks, there is a ghost of hunger in his actions and forbids me from gulping. A slight shed of tears damps the sides of my eyelashes.

“ What did I say?” he asked in a commanding voice. My mind goes back to that night, where his lips claim my sensitive area. He said that it wasn’t a prize but a punishment because I’ve been a good girl but I heard him said something also. Before he leaves the door, he whispers something.

“ What did I say, madam?” he asked again. Firm. Demanding. This time his thumb rested at the back of my throat, completely expressing his domination.

His gaze traces the lust that filled my eyes. And I cannot do anything to look away because he’s holding me steadily.

“ One day…..” I gulped.

“Mmmmm…” he provokes still looking at my eyes.

Stuttering. “ I-I will have my way to you….” I said closing my eyes because of the embarrassment of those words.

“ Open your eyes for me and say the last words,” he eagerly demanded. I gulped one more time to have the courage to say it.

“I-I…”

“ I.. WHAT?” he growls.

“ You’ll make me b-beg,” my voice quivers and his eyes anticipate the next words. “ N-Not because I-I want you to f-fuck me….b-but to stop you from fucking me m-more.”

He hissed at the same words that he said from that night. The car stopped but he didn’t move. I can see the driver gazing outside the car window, giving us the privacy. His hand still remains at the back of my throat until it glides upward, touching and stroking my hair.

“ Patience, baby. Patience.”